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She didn't just take it. She unwrapped it there , letting the crinkle sing a sharp, crisp note into the quiet room. Kevin looked up. Alysha met his gaze, held the chocolate up like a stolen jewel, and bit into it slowly. A smear of red syrup painted her grin.

Step two: The Approach. She tiptoed, not with stealth, but with the exaggerated cartoon sneak of a cat burglar in a silent film. She slid across the linoleum in her socked feet, a tiny wraith with a mission. naughty alysha